Have you ever noticed that while everything around you changes and churns, our sky is always there?
Oh yes, it’s ever moving, especially those prairie skies I remember from days of old.
I found this photo by accident; digging through photos of our soon-to-be-graduate, this one appeared.
It gave me pause.
I stopped what I was doing and, for a time, I was transported.
Once again, I smelled wild sage and marveled at the scars prairie schooners had left in the hillside. Mica crumbled between my fingertips and I gasped remembering the feeling of ancient arrowheads scratching my skin as I stuffed them into my Levis.
When you find yourself overwhelmed or stressed, do what I do: Look up.
Look up at our shared sky and dare yourself not to be filled with wonder.
Dare yourself not to be transported.
Dare yourself not to feel hope rising.